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Is that what you are looking for? Cardin, for example, licensed with abandon in the s and his name lost most of its fashionable cachet when anyone could buy Cardin luggage at a discount store. Haute Couture Boutiques. Like this: Like Loading Archived from the original on And Clare Waight Keller has put men—and bespoke menswear—in all three of her couture collections for Givenchy.
I really like this writer as he is amazingly adept at character development. Nowhere is this more apparent than in this collection of short stories. In no more than a few paragraphs, sometimes a few lines, does Angel involve you in that story a you "see" that world unfold.
Some of these stories are only a few pages in length but will capture you nonetheless. Do have favorites, as will you, and they may even be the same. But even the ones I don't "love" are enjoyable. I particularly likes the one I really like this writer as he is amazingly adept at character development. I am sure that no matter your taste you will find many stories you will enjoy and will save me from writing the index down! Read this book as you will be glad you did! Mar 11, Morgan Davis rated it it was amazing. Not what I'm used to from Michael Butt still very well done.
Not my normal "go to" type of book or story, but I absolutely love his other works so wanted to try this and am glad I did!
Bambi Bells rated it really liked it Nov 08, Sandra rated it it was amazing Jun 27, Robin Wallace marked it as to-read Mar 23, Jessica marked it as to-read Jan 04, There are no discussion topics on this book yet. Put on that black lace coat and flared pant and everything stretches longer and more elegantly. Put on that jacket of beaded rock star forest and the strut struts.
And while the shows deliver the experience, the salon visit delivers the details. Whoa, the details! That swirl of fringe was actually intricately laid clear beads over colored thread over silk cords. Marvels from afar, masterpieces from up close. As in the theater, so too at couture: The drama is onstage, but the action is backstage.
Some of my earliest prized pieces as a young fashion devotee were Armani, so it was a particular thrill to meet Mr. Armani and thank him for the many years of quintessential style. The next day, Ronald van der Kemp walked me through his pieces backstage just minutes before they went out on the runway. And while there is a backstory to every collection, knowing this one really enhanced my appreciation for the show.
Would you believe that this magnificent cape started life as an antique mattress cover?
Or that another piece was once an antique lamp shade? Ronald is pioneering sustainable couture, sourcing his raw material from unlikely vintage finds as well as scraps rejected from other houses and reimagining them into couture creations. Ironically, couture may be the part of the fashion industry that could most feasibly become sustainable as it is all one of a kind.
That perfect piece of lace, wherever you may find it. Even on a bed. In most other places, the city is made up of the requirements of daily existence and prosperity, and the art is cordoned off in a few special buildings. But in Paris, the city is the art, the art is the city. Every doorway an architectural sculpture, every window a visual poem, every floor a storied mosaic.
So spending a few spare minutes strolling the gardens of the Rodin Museum feels as natural in Paris as grabbing a cup of coffee anywhere else.
In stark contrast to the opulent series of landmark salons or the grand sets erected for the day, John Galliano shows Margiela Artisanal in two relatively small rooms lined with one row of plain benches on either side, above the atelier where the clothes are conceived and created. Everyone working the show wears a white coat, the uniform of both atelier artisans and laboratory scientists, which is perfect stage-setting for the genius experiments that flow from this space. For this show, a mirrored floor and graffitied ceiling thrilled and disoriented, and the pulsing impulses of each piece as well as the distance traveled from the first to the last gave me both a visceral and intellectual jolt.
Part of the joy of couture is being able to feel the many expert, loving hands that brought it to life. The hands of the designer working and reworking it to perfected beauty and the hands of the many artisans who cut, stitched, embroidered, embellished, and belabored it.
It is that rare thing that arrives brand-new out of the box already with a storied history. Pieces that belonged to this legendary woman of both style and performance my two faves! Provenance is a word usually reserved for art, but couture is art and the provenance of this art for the body made it all the more thrilling to try on.
They slipped a sumptuous fur-trimmed silk coat on me that instantly made me clutch its collar in full Old Hollywood glamour pose. And then I found this volume of black cashmere divinity and I was sold.
He walked me through his astounding racks with an encyclopedic knowledge of dates and details, setting each piece in context like a jewel. In honor of the Catherine Deneuve sale, he filled his windows with an extraordinary array of YSL couture from across the decades. Every one of these pieces has a story and Didier knows all of them! But it is Didier whose singular eye calls us to his couture treasures of old.
This may or may not be true, but it does point to the importance of the finale, a showstopping pinnacle. Couture traditionally ends with the bride, and several designers this season gave us performative brides for an even more theatrical big finish. No model death stare here; This was a performance pulsing with life and curiosity and ever-changing movement from her eyes, her chin, her elbows, her wrists.
Wearing a mesmerizing creation that seemed to transform her shoulders into full-body wings of both armor and embrace, Irina Kravchenko demanded our immediate and constant attention. Every slow motion movement a deliberate act, heightened by the expectant beating of unison drums.
Most notable, the circle she traced around herself before approaching the phalanx of photographers, layered choreography that seemed to reference both a subjugating presentation of self and power-generating preparation to charge forward. In my own work in the theater, I often talk about honoring the legacy and delivering it forward.